Motoring Colorado Ninety-three Rocky bad ass Mountains to the west of me a fist full of pink bellied dawn i got no excuses surrounded by the See drowning in a mess of pastel hues scared to death and fluffy as hell Sometimes it's hard to breathe a surrounding warp tide No one trims these grass bet your damned sweet ass A coyote pulling on a carcass He's too skinny to eat in the daytime flinches at passing cars Snarls and nowhere to hide i was mean like that when i was young still am on a good day Some times i threaten to pull over go sit my ass on a rock and pretend i am free of the cares of this world Mister Mountain calls my name whose snowfields hold my death some thing to look forward to i feel them tugging at my skin i ain't dead yet damn it There's a trail of blood where something heavy was dragged It's me i bite down on my black steel gun i like to kill things after they have torn and beat me and left me for dead